Oops! My Secret Baby Is Caught By His Top-Lawyer Daddy! Novel

---- spend the rest of your life behind bars, you'd better start cleaning this mess immediately. Are all the government inspection documents ready for tomorrow? Did you try to delete the video Harry posted? Do you even know what happens if this blows up?" "I... I'll do it right now," Jasper stammered, nearly stumbling as he rushed toward his car. The one million dollars Richard Devereaux had given him had suddenly turned into a burning hot potato. Still, Jasper wasn't the type to fold. If he was going down, he'd make sure Liam suffered too. Aaron watched the workers frantically at work.

Every second that passed without progress was another second Tristan's chances dwindled. Tristan was close, Aaron knew that, but he had no clue where. Buried under the debris, without food or water for days, Tristan's survival was hanging by a thread. Aaron clenched his fists, powerless, frustration gnawing at him. ---- Matt noticed the pale look on Aaron's face. "Mr. Devereaux, maybe you should head back and rest?" Aaron shook his head. "Not yet. Just a little longer." The rescue team captain approached cautiously. "Sir, we've searched nearly the entire site.

It's been over eighty hours since the accident. Even if we find him, it may not be-" "That doesn't matter. We have to find him," Aaron interrupted sharply. "Tristan didn't just vanish." The captain tried again, "But we've searched everything. The workers are exhausted. Maybe we should rest tonight and continue tomorrow-" "Have you checked here?" Aaron cut him off, pointing to a large sand pile near the trees. "That's impossible!" the captain said instantly. "That's an underground storage room. The stairs aren't built yet. The only access is a ---- vertical ladder.

Nobody was there during the accident." Aaron walked over, noticing that the entrance was completely buried under sand and construction debris. "Get people here. Dig it open!" Aaron commanded, refusing to let any possibility slip by. "This is a waste of time. It'll take hours," the captain protested. "Eyewitnesses confirmed no one was there." Aaron roared, "Thirty people! Dig this now!" Within moments, thirty workers grabbed shovels and tore into the pile with relentless energy. Aaron didn't know why he felt compelled, but giving up was not an option.

Over an hour later, the entrance finally opened. Several workers jumped down, shoveling sand from inside with steady determination. ---- Another hour passed before they reached the bottom. Suddenly, cheers erupted. "Here! Tristan's here!" Aaron climbed down the rope ladder and found Tristan slumped against the wall of the large storage room. His face was pale, his clothes barely recognizable, and he was gasping for the long-awaited fresh air streaming in from the opening. The oxygen was thin, and the long period of near-hypoxia had dulled his mind. Thoughts tangled like a knotted rope.

He struggled to stay conscious, whispering weakly, "I... I'm almost dead..." The workers shouted and laughed nervously. "Who knew the cook would store radishes and potatoes down here?" "Tristan is the luckiest man alive!" "A miracle!" ---- Soon, they carried him to the surface, and an ambulance whisked him away. Aaron followed closely, heart hammering. Tristan remained unconscious the entire ride. It wasn't until the doctors completed a full examination and placed him in the observation room that Aaron finally allowed himself to breathe again.